Yesterday, I went to Kenlyn to mourn. I met Cara there, and we hugged each other and Rev, fed carrots to Erica's horse and swapped Erica stories. Mostly, though, we cried.
Today, I went to Kenlyn to ride. I went early and it was quiet. Rev was on his best behavior, and part of me kept waiting for Erica to walk around a corner and ask, "How's Rev today?"
"He's always good!" I told her silently, and for a moment, I could almost see her big, happy smile.
Usually I'm pretty focused when I ride, but Rev was so good that I let my mind wander. I thought about my life at twenty six and my life since I was twenty six.
Then I thought about Erica and all the things she'd done and hadn't done. Twenty six years is just too short.
I am sad for myself. I will miss Erica terribly, but even more, I'm sad for Erica. I'm sad for her family and friends--both human and equine. She was a beautiful and generous person, and her passing leaves a gigantic void.
Riding always makes me feel better, so it's no surprise that eventually my thoughts wandered into happier territory. In particular, I remembered Erica telling me that when she imagined Rev talking, he always spoke with Elvis' voice.
So, I tried--not for the first time--to hear an Elvis voice coming out of Rev's mouth. Still couldn't. Elvis? Really?
Obviously, today's photos do not match today's post.
These pictures were taken by my friend, Kellye Bussey at last weekend's BYO All Performance Show which was held in Boliver, Texas. Thank you so much for letting me share them, Kellye!